“That’s without any conditions,” put in Borrango. “Do things your own way, just so long as you tip us off so we can fix the alibis.”
“Will you take it?” demanded Savoli.
“Yes,” said Monk Thurman, after a momentary pause.
“Good,” responded Savoli. “Tell him what comes first, Mike. He’ll be glad to hear it.”
“We’re working with you,” said the enforcer. “We’ve got a good job for you as a starter. We want you to bump off those two troublemakers, Schultz and Spirak — the same two that you got rid of in Marmosa’s place.”
Monk Thurman was not looking at Borrango, and the enforcer became annoyed. He stepped forward to attract Monk’s attention, to divert his gaze from the face of Nick Savoli.
Thurman turned his head, and looked behind Borrango, at the very spot where the enforcer had been before he stepped forward. Borrango hastily moved backward, and leaned against the bookcase again. He showed signs of nervousness, and Nick Savoli glared at him in disapproval.
Having gained Monk Thurman’s attention, Borrango managed to assume some of his usual calm.
“Let me give you the low-down, Monk,” he said, in a confidential tone. “We want peace here in Chicago. We want it if we have to kill to get it.
“There’s a fellow named Larrigan who thinks he is a big shot. He’s all right himself, but he has a bad crowd working for him. Hymie Schultz and Four-gun Spirak will do anything to make trouble. With them out of the way, Larrigan will fall in line.